By Clock and Watch
Forget the exact time,
smell of the room,
golden rosary beads in the bathtub.
There is no sin, we are all dead
as far as God is concerned.
At dawn it happened:
eternity hit a wall
nobody saw but clock and watch,
tiny ticking hands, finite numbers
observing carefully how when we fall
it creates a shadow on those standing.
You may rewind the clock and watch
set to three seconds before dawn
to when nothing happened
save the sun’s light-walk across the walls
nothing ever happened, so nothing is disturbed
in your darkest closet,
a cloak falls from its hanger
like selkie skin, its loosed
shape waits for the shifting.
Find a lock that fits.